Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Nyx

I was too late.

Deep in the fae realm, I was completing my grizzly task when I felt her fear. Everything in me screamed at me to get to her immediately, yet I held back. For a heartbeat, I stopped myself from going to her. She needs to learn not to rely on me, no matter how much I wish otherwise.

I want her every thought to be of me. Every time I have to leave, I want her yearning for me as much as I do her. She is my oxygen, the very reason I haunt this dreadful land, and she gives me a reason to exist. This is why I must stay away. I am sick, obsessed, and want more from her than she could ever give me.

I stopped myself from going to her, although not for long, just a few precious seconds, but I had been too late. Had the Unseelie scum not rescued her, she would have died in that fire, and it would have been my fault.

Guilt and self-loathing weigh on me like a noose around my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe. Now, I watch her ride towards the Seelie Court with Prince Charming holding her tightly. It makes me feel murderous. The court of light is not that much better than the court of darkness. At least the Unseelie do not hide what they truly are.

The fae cannot be trusted.

There will be no more holding back or second-guessing. When it comes to Iris, I will not chance anything. Not anymore.